Having been released from the colony on parole, not knowing where to go, she took the wrong address—and spent the night in the house of complete strangers.
— You’ve over-salted it again,” Nadezhda Petrovna demonstratively pushed the bowl of borscht aside. “At my age, food like this was simply considered sabotage.” Valeria clenched a napkin under the table. That borscht had taken three hours to make. “Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time,” Valeria replied quietly. “Apologies won’t make this slop edible,” […]
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